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[i]Gonad shook Lobo's hand, but remained right as he was when the Luchadore took a stance. Right foot leading, hand still extended. The berserker's one eye seemed vacant, unfocused, as if he weren't at all thinking about the fight. Some kind of autopilot? Maybe he was just going through the motions. As if to confirm this, the brute stepped forward at nearly the same time as Lobo did, left boot planting itself firmly, inexorably between Lobo's feet, carrying Gonad straight into his personal space, just about face to face as the berserker simultaneously bent at the knees. A purely reactive response, one born from having encountered such a scenario many times before. It had been the way Lobo had held his bow which had triggered Gonad's muscle memory. It harkened back to the age old move consisting of seesawing your weapon back and forth like a bo stave for rapid hits, making use of the double-sided weapon's leverage.

Had Lobo been expecting to catch Gonad with the other end? Certainly a fine choice against a one-armed foe.

However...[/i]

[color=ed1c24][b]*As the blades tipping the bow were short and Gonad was deep in Lobo's zone, there would be virtually nothing beyond his vast reach. His palm pistoned across as he took his step to impact the bow up near its grip as it was swung, just high enough to not warrant the risk of having Lobo try to yank it back in an attempt at cutting the hand, where there was no blade and not enough centrifugal force to hurt Gonad's bear of a paw. Were this to stop short Lobo's attack, he'd find that his bow was stuck in a clamp, an underhand grip from which there was little chance of recovery.

Without missing a beat, performing each action with utmost certainty and haste, like an actor in a well practiced fight scene, Gonad capped off his performance with... A snee-...!?*[/b][/color]

[i]In Kyukushin karate, there is an old proverb. 'The only way to get experience, is through experience'. Over the years Gonad had not just mastered, but perfected every move in his arsenal by way of trail and error. The martial artist should always seek to improve his weapons. Faster, stronger, cleaner, honing their rough techniques until what remains is diamond-like in its consistency. A real treasure.

Were the two warriors to wind up in kissing distance of each other, however briefly, Lobo could pick up on an instantaneous thought from Gonad via his telepathy, one not shrouded behind muscle memory. It was like some kind of ridiculous grating cry, from a Japanese man.[/i]

~YUUUUURIAAAA!!~

[i]Gonad was contemplating a show he had seen the other day. Must have been a good one. Then, Gonad offered one of his treasures to Lobo. Gonad's head snapped forwards, as if wracked by a sudden and violent sneeze, the kind that thunders out from nowhere and makes your friends gasp in surprise. The corded strength of his voluminous neck channeled its pulverizing might into delivering an untelegraphed and technically flawless headbutt, one that could cream Lobo where he stood and send him on a trip past the boundaries of consciousness, into beddy bye land. Nowadays this particular move is highly encouraged in self defense, surpassing in efficiency the clumsy windup of the headbutts utilitized in early 90's Vale Tudo matches. Even through helmets Gonad's blows have proven their potency, for although such things may absorb shock and prevent superficial injury, they do not do much slow the rate at which the brain bounces off its protective walls. Such is why numorous professional sparring partners find themselves of the ground in spite of mouthguards and protective headwear, and are heavily encouraged to keep their hands up at all times.[/i]